There were many things that no one asked, but they sat alone in the lonely house.
Looking at the moon and half marks in front of the window, who asked me comforted my heart.
Contemplating the events before and after, as if in a dream, the tears know the dark drops.
The fiery sun hid behind the mountain, reflecting a pale red afterglow, and the people, horses, and birds who had been running for a day had to return home, to their nests, to their nests. Thousands of households rose to smoke, and the sun disappeared, and the moon slowly emerged from behind the mountain like a shy bride. Everything was calm, and only the lights and moonlight shone on the whole earth.
Look at the lonely hut lit up again faint lights, the bright moon hung high in the curtain-like sky, the soft moonlight sprinkled on the balcony of the cottage, but did not dare to disturb the light of the cottage, the girl of the cottage sat on the balcony, looking at the moonlight through the glass, thinking about something, locking her brows, cold face, intriguing expression, the summer evening wind from time to time blowing away the girl's soft and long fragrant hair, skimming past the girl's face. But the evening wind did not blow away the girl's thoughts in the slightest, what made the girl become like this, what disturbed the atrium of the girl's heart, was it the moon that plucked the girl's lonely strings? The girl's eyes were as pure and bright as the moon, and the moon seemed to see the loneliness in the girl's heart through the girl's eyes. The girl looked at the blue sky, the stars blinking in groups, they were like a bunch of elves, funny, cute, happy. The girl thought to herself how nice it would be if she were as happy as they were. At this time, the sky swept by a glittering meteor from the front of the house, the girl hurriedly closed her eyes and clenched her hands in a wish, and the corner of the girl's eyes seemed to have a crystal pearl flickering, so crystal clear.
The moon is bright and bright, the wind blows the treetops, the lonely hut lights are on, the girl's heart is wandering, when the night crosses the horizon, the lonely people sit alone on the balcony and ponder, when the moon illuminates your atrium again, as if to find that loneliness turned out to be a beautiful enjoyment. People who are not lonely will not find the joy and happiness of life, only lonely people will experience life and know how to create. The girl touched the moon that shot on the glass with her slender hand, smiled slightly, as if she understood something from it, and the girl slammed back to the writing desk to turn on the lamp and began her mental creation, perhaps another sleepless night.
The girl thought: "Only when she is isolated from the lively joy, when she is lonely, can she quietly seek a little comfort in what she likes, to create what she wants, all art is produced in loneliness and bitterness." Lonely people have a piece of spiritual stillness that no one else can tread, and only you can taste that quiet, bitter and sweet. When you have dreams, interests, thoughts and feelings, you will be lonely, and loneliness is a sign of maturity and the beginning of success. Only in this way will loneliness concentrate on doing one thing, and can dig out the true insight from the depths of the soul: "No matter why the girl in the lonely hut is lonely, believe!" The girls in the hut are even more beautiful and wonderful because of loneliness.
Yue'er quietly climbed up the treetops, and the lonely people thought alone about the atrium. The moonlight in front of the window illuminates my heart, and the meteor passes through the window without a shadow. Lonely house, mindful people, high moon, cut all with perfection.
Lonely people are worldly sober people, witnesses, loneliness is the creator of mankind, let us draw a smooth standard symbol for loneliness when we are happy! Either way, loneliness is beautiful.